Miss. Where is Betsy? I want to see her.
Woman. She shall come; she longs to see you; I see her; she is just by.
Little Girl. How do you do; I am glad to see you here, Miss.
Miss. Ah, Betsy! how you are grown! I should scarce know you.
Little Girl. You are as much grown, Miss; you were but so tall when you were here.
Miss. Let us run and jump; and I want to see all your things.
Little Girl. Will you like to see the cows? or shall we go and see the lambs?
Miss. O, yes! let us go.
Little Girl. They are just by. I have a tame lamb; I reared it with milk, warm from the cow.
Miss. I like sheep, they look so mild; when I went home I had a great deal to tell my sister. She did not know that a lamb was a young sheep.